Surgery again.....

OK... so I was so not ready to do this again. About 3 weeks ago, I was continually having the same pains in my right side like I did before gallbladder surgery. I have now linked them to my period. I called to ask some more questions to my OB doctor and he advised the next step would have to be exploratory surgery. We have tried pretty much everything else. I DID NOT WANT TO HEAR THAT! Not only would I be having surgery, it would be scheduled in less than 2 weeks. "MAN... I don't have time for this!" were the first words that entered my mind, especially if it goes like my last surgery. I was assured by many that I wouldn't repeat what happened last time. (If you have no clue what happened during gallbladder surgery look at posts earlier in the year. ) The day of surgery came and I just cleaned the house like a mad woman. I was doing everything I could to make it easier on Cheeto, and if any of you know my husband, he LOVES a clean house. He hates coming home to a mess! Cheeto picked me up and dropped off kids right on time. DANG!!! I was hoping he would be late and they would have to delay the surgery. When we arrived at the Greensboro Surgery Center, I just sat there in the car. I really didn't think I could get out of the car. Cheeto squeezed my hand and said, "Let's go babe." I just had to keep thinking, one foot in front of the other. Cheeto signed me in, and again... no delay, we didn't have a chance to even sit in the waiting room. They began asking questions about medical history and legal stuff like living wills. Of course, I'm still upset we don't have one of those. I asked Cheeto for a will for Christmas. Well, I have a little breakdown when they ask Cheeto to wait in the waiting room. After weighing in and such they ask me to use the restroom. When I get back to the room, the nurse says, "Ah-oh! Dr. Lowe ordered a urine pregnancy test." Well, that's going to be a challenge isn't it! I haven't had anything to eat or drink since 10pm the night before and I just used the restroom only the 2nd time all day. Now, you're asking me to give you a urine sample. You're crazy! They start the IV and pushing the fluids as fast as they ccould, hoping it will run right through me. Cheeto comes in and I tell him this little story and he begins to laugh. Easy for him! Lucky I'm a nervous person, because once those fluids started and I saw it was 20 minutes until 1pm... I felt like I had to use the restroom every minute. Good news... I'm not pregnant! Bad news.... surgery is in 10 minutes now. Dr. Lowe was late. He comes in about 1:15pm. The first words out of his mouth were, "Don't worry, I'll put a new nuva-ring back in while we are in there." I give Cheeto a confused look and ask Dr. Lowe to repeat what he just said, he did. At first I was wondering if they had started giving me the drugs and I didn't hear him correctly. I then told Dr. Lowe that I don't have a nuva-ring and I don't really want one either. He looked at us and then down at the chart. I asked him to PLEASE look over MY chart before taking me into surgery. He looked and said, " OH- that's the lady next door. Just Kidding!" Who jokes like that before surgery?!?! Perhaps, I'm was just really paranoid. Of course I was paranoid! I don't like the feeling of no control when they give you anesthesia- but I do like the calm feeling I get. Next thing I remember is some nurses helping me trying to sit up, telling me everything went fine, and Dr. Lowe was talking with Cheeto and he would be in to talk to me in a bit. He did find a cyst on the right ovary. He was doubtful that that was cause all of these problems. He told Cheeto because I am built more on the slender side it was cool when they put the scope in and turned the light on because my entire abdomen lit up like you do when you hold a flashlight up to your finger or hand. He said he could see all the blood vessels/veins through the skin. He said they all got a good laugh out of that. He also said because of there not being lots of fat around my organs he's confident in saying that he found nothing else that could be the cause. So, I guess we wait and see if the cyst was really the problem. If not, I don't know. I'm ready to give up trying. Cheeto isn't yet. I just don't want to keep the medical bills coming. Only prayers and time will tell.
I came home feeling much better than last time. Mom and dad (Tia and Kris, too!) kept the kids over night, well, the boys anyway. That made it much easier. We had a miscommunication and 2 friends brought us 2 different dinners. That was great! We had plenty for 3 or 4 days. I was awake long enough to eat and that was about it. I don't remember much more about that night. I didn't do very well sitting myself up and walking for a few days, so I had to call on Cheeto many times. Sunday I got really nauseous. Cheeto found some Phenergan I had from last time and it hadn't expired yet, so of course, I took some. I had a double dose of drowsy medicine between the pain killers and the phenergan. Cheeto said I ate popcorn with the kids, don't remember that too much. I really am a light weight. Monday, Cheeto took us over to mom and dads for the day. That was nice, because I didn't want to be alone but still needed help with the kids. Tuesday, I was feeling a bit better. I, of course, couldn't take pain killers and be drowsy and still be a responsible parent. By the time evening came, I was wanting some meds. Cheeto had an appointment last night, mom called and offered to come help get the kids to bed. That was AWESOME!!! What a relief that was! I think Grandma and Papa enjoyed the kids reading books to them for almost an hour. It was a good evening. Today has been better. I fixed dinner, which I think/hope made Cheeto feel better. He has had so much stress and appointments to do with work. As much as I felt like staying down on the couch, I really needed to get back to doing my usual routine, just too keep him sane. Cheeto doesn't have the patience with kids and that stresses him too. This is another reason I don't want to keep looking for answers. How much of this can Cheeto take? He's been getting up to pack Cade's lunch and get him on the bus for school by 6:45am. He's a great man that puts up with a lot! Lettie and Kris came tonight to help with the kids. WOW! We have been blessed with family close! So, now... I'm here, back on the couch listening to the rain. OH- how we need the rain!It's quiet and I'm contemplating the relief of pain killers soon- 30 minutes until Cheeto gets home. I have decided we get sick sometimes to remind us that we need to slow down and enjoy life. I have had 2 days to sit back on the couch and play with my kids. Kelson and I have just watched movie after movie. He was grinning as we were lying on the couch watching a movie this afternoon. Afterward, he said, " I like to do this with you mommy! We should do this everyday." If we only had the time everyday! Analise has been so lovey lately. She just wants kiss after hug after kiss. You get the picture. She usually isn't like this with me. Cade has been enjoying being the one in charge and bossing the younger ones around- giving them jobs to do to help me. So cute! I'm blessed with a loving husband, well-behaved kids- that have been patient with mommy, great family and caring friends. I feel very fortunate!

Analise learns about curling irons

So today started off like any other day. I start to get ready and in between my routine Analise fits in. I do my hair and then unplug my flat iron and plug the curling iron in for Analise's hair. I always sit her by/in the sink in my bathroom. She usually finds a toothbrush, make-up or squirt bottle to entertain herself. My iron is usually cool by now so I sit the curling in between the wall and my flat iron so she won't be tempted to grab it. If any of you have seen my bathroom, it isn't lush with extra counter space, there isn't any! Well, today Analise was clever and picked up her curling iron. I kind of inhaled scared like - you know the reaction , well I think it made Analise jump because she dropped the curling on her leg. It wasn't few seconds later that the screaming began. Poor thing, I felt awful. It was when I was about 6 or 7 that my older sister burned my arm pretty bad. I can still remember the day. I knew Analise would have her moment. I just didn't think she was be a year old. Check out the blisters on her leg. Ugly- huh!??!?! I am covering it with neosporin to see if it really minimizes the scarring.